it was like chaos theory
upon meeting him, i already knew
that it will be a mistake
with more than one minor consequencethe butterflies in my nightmares
appearing as if to warn me, haunt me
i didn't know anymore, but i was sure
that my reality was already turning upside downjust because of him
because of those fuzzy feelings
that everything went wrong
and became a disaster, a dangermy life turned into a hurricane
with my head spinning around
i was out of control and lost
ever since those butterflies appeared at sight
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up in the clouds
Poesíashe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...